(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun, I swear.)
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Previously, on Senior Year Memories: After a long, hard month and an even longer, harder, day, nerdy 18-year-old Ryan Collins and his friends finally ran their haunted house at Regan Hills High School's annual Halloween Scream carnival. Though it mostly went off without a hitch, Ryan felt guilty about scaring a girl, April Martel, into a panic attack, though thankfully his best friend, Tori McNeil, was able to escort the girl home safely. After the event was wildly successful, Ryan discussed a possible future with friend and co-haunted house mastermind, Josie Wong, and though she was interested, due to bad experiences in the past she wasn't ready to pursue a relationship with him. Riding his bike home late on Halloween night, Ryan was pursued by a mysterious girl dressed in a creepy ragdoll costume who'd been following him throughout the day. As it turned out, she was looking for sex, and after a striptease delivered some of the most intense sex Ryan had ever had. Though he still had no idea who she was aside from the alias she went by, Sam, it turned out to be one happy Halloween after all!
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Mistakes happen.
I've made them, you've made them, everyone's made them.
Some mistakes are little, and some are big. The little ones are easy to forget and easier to move on from, even if you might kick yourself from time to time to make them, but the big ones... they stick around.
Sometimes you can avoid making mistakes, and sometimes you can't. Sometimes you even find yourself in a position where a mistake seems like the greatest idea in the world, and only looking back do you realize everything you fucked up.
I won't say that's entirely how my November went, because it wasn't all mistakes. I had good times and great times that were in line with the rest of the year I'd been having so far, and you'll get to see all of those in their graphic details, but it did start and end with two of the biggest mistakes I'd ever made in my life and had fallout that'd follow me for the rest of my senior year. For those of you hoping for an unaffected status quo, one where I only make friends and lovers instead of doing shit so stupid I wind up losing them, then I'm sorry to disappoint you, I really am.
I never claimed that all of my Senior Year Memories would be good ones.
Time and again I'd think about everything that happened, if there was anything I could've done differently to prevent this all from going to shit, and while there was plenty, in the periods where I'd shift the blame more and more onto outside factors I tended to blame one thing: distraction.
If I wasn't so distracted, I could've made better choices. If I weren't so focused on what had happened on Halloween and other events that came up in its wake, I would've been more alert and I wouldn't have been so impulsive. This was bullshit of course, a poor excuse for an excuse, but it's the one that's the closest to any truth.
If I hadn't spent so much time obsessing, there's a chance I'd have had a very different November. Not a big chance, but a possibility, and when you're stuck in the woulda, coulda, shoulda cycle, those chances are things you hold on to.
If only...
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"I have to know who she is. That's all there is to it," I said.
In response to this, Josie Wong just barked out a loud, single laugh, one that if you didn't know her would've seemed out of place on this small, busty Goth girl, but one I'd become accustomed to. For all of her dark trappings, I'd found it pretty easy to make her laugh and smile even when I wasn't using my mouth, fingers or cock.
This laugh wasn't as welcome as many of the others I'd elicited from her, though; not when we were in the school lunch line and it was loud enough to grab the attention of half the room.
"You could keep it down, you know," I told her.
"I could, but I won't," she said.
I poked her. She poked me back. This wasn't getting us anywhere, but that was about right lately. Halloween was three days past, and we'd finally finished removing the last pieces of "Dr. Happy's Asylum" from Bungalow 237. It was as bittersweet tearing down the haunted house as I expected it to be, but that bittersweetness was tempered by distraction.
Distraction all because of Sam, the masked girl who'd seduced me on Halloween, the girl whose name I didn't even know, the girl who'd given me some of the hottest sex I'd ever had. I had to know who she was, at the very least to thank her for a great night (though I wouldn't say no to a repeat) and when I told Josie about it, all I got from her was laughter and changing the subject.
I wouldn't let her laugh it off today, though. Not anymore.
"Seriously, I can't stop thinking about her, and it's driving me crazy. I need to figure out who she is," I said.
"Why?" Josie asked.
"Well, if you fucked someone and had no idea who they were, wouldn't you want to find out eventually?" I asked, keeping my voice low so we weren't overheard.
"It depends on how good the sex was," Josie said. I glowered at her, but she had a point.
"It was good. Fucking great, really. You think I'd be like this if-"
"Okay, okay, you've convinced me, you need to find out," Josie said. There was a smirk on her black painted lips, but it was hard to read. "What do you know about her?"
It says how much I'd been thinking about Sam how easily the answer came. "Pale skin. Shaved pussy, so I don't know her hair color. B-cups. Fit but not too muscular. Short. Good dancer. Good at handmaking costumes, and she's definitely not Mallory. She's in a club, and she knows you."
"I know a lot of people," Josie admitted.
"Yeah, but any who fit that basic profile?" I asked.
"None that immediately come to mind, but let me think it over, I might be able to get you a list of suspects," Josie said.
"Thanks," I replied. On inspiration, I leaned over and planted a quick, soft kiss on her lips.
"That might get a list of suspects sooner," she replied.
"Really?"
"No," she responded, sticking out her tongue at me. I returned the gesture.
She smiled at me. It was a nice smile, if one that hid an edge of nerves.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.
"No. Yeah. I mean..." Josie trailed off.
I didn't blame her for being nervous, considering I was fucking nervous myself.
